I stand still

Till the snow all starts to melt

Something we'll

Never quite be able to describe

We'll still be here

Still I'll be watching roads buried

By these layers

And layers

And layers and layers

And layers and layers

And layers and layers

And I intend to catch clouds crumbling down

I intend to catch those clouds

Hold your hands up, love

Hold your hands up, love

Hold your hands up, love

Hold your hands up, love

Hold your hands up, love

Hold your hands up, love

Hold your hands up, love

Hold your hands up, love